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Name: Paula
Location: Portland, Oregon, United States
Gender: Female
Interests: Writing; reading; traveling; learning about other cultures and languages; watching oodles &; oodles of reality TV; TiVo; volunteering.
I'm fond of meeting new people and hearing new music. I've spent a bit more time working on my poetry & short storywriting.
Feel free to ask about any others!
Expertise: I'm not an expert of anything, but I like to learn as much as I can.
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AIM:  Sankofa212
Member Since:
1/11/2005
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| One of my sisters told me that I need to make time for my writing. She gave me a mission, as she prepared to leave her house, to sit down and write. I told her nothin' will come to me & she said, simply, "Yes it will."
"Mission Possible"
Right now, I'm on a mission
to find what I've been missin',
my muse
to help me keep from shortin'
a fuse.
That's right,
'cuz everything's tight
when you ain't got a clue.
I've been searchin'
for too long,
all I got is a bunch o' sad songs.
Rhymin' and jivin'
to keep movin' 'long.
I wanna find my muse
ask him where he's been
and if I should choose
to let him in
will he stay,
or go away
again?
But, I doubt he'll answer me
Like me, he just wants to break free
and roam
without care for a house or a home
just snappin' fingers
to an unsung word
a word I ain't ever heard.
My mission
should I choose to accept it
is to wreck it
whenever I write.
Dislodge memories
and dispel all myths
Words and rhymes are my power
and my gifts.
Phew! Haven't done that in quite some time. The poem's unedited and could probably use some work, but that wasn't part of my mission.
My "currently reading" is my commuter novel. I used to read his novel, every time he published one, but then I ran outta readin' time.
I'm about 2/3 done and I purchased it from an independent bookstore, which is THE best way to support local business.
Peace,
Moi 
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| Et qu'est-ce que c'est
mon petit frère ?
Quand les bois et les rues
parlent avec la Mère Nature,
on est dit?
Joue jeu
ma petite sœur.
Danse avec ton pere
qui chanter sur la fin du temps.
Le temps de la Passé, le Présent et ...
The above is a freewrite that happened, partly because I was in veg mode & about to watch a film. Partly, because the song featured as my "currently listening" popped into my head.
Haven't written in French in quite some time ... and perhaps the above writing is why.
Peace,
Moi 
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| I set a goal for m'self this week ... to write one poem. No set length, theme, subgenre, etc. Figured why I add even more pressure? The act of writing (or typing) would be difficult enough.
"Untitled (Draft I)"
I haven't a clue where to begin
From the beginning or,
at the end.
All I know is that
9 times out of 10,
I'll scrap whatever I write.
Editing is a chore,
playing with my muse - a bore.
My journal's empty pages
sigh and snore.
I decided to type this,
because I was too lazy to write.
Sittin' here in my woe-is-me state,
I lie in wait
Hopin' my muse will play with me
once more.
But, what on earth for?
I need to search for some answers.
Ask the Universe to be my guide.
Instead,
I type out this poe-em,
to avoid the hand of Fate.
I already learned that isn't possible,
sittin' here in my woe-is-me state.
I don't have a conclusion for this poem.
Not sure if this is the end.
Can't remember where or why I started.
Oh well, I'll just hit ... send.
My "currently listening" selection is in celebration of the Artist's upcoming birthday fête!
Peace,
Moi
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| If we don't work our way up, then the only way to go ... is down.
May, baby, baby. It's been a rough month out the gate and I still have twenty-two days to go. Whew!
To be fair, I'm amazed when I feel knocked down, somehow, someway, I'm able to climb up from the rubble and gaze at the sky.
For me, an overcast sky is a sign of hope. People underestimate the value in darkness & the bleak. Sunny days aren't permanent and no sooner than the Sun makes it presence known ... a puffed up & proud cloud overtakes it.
There's power in grey skies and cloudy, rainy days. I feel I have more energy and can feel assured in my convictions. Hot, sticky, sweaty, Summer days leave me drained & depressed. I have the opposite affliction to those who suffer in the Winter and/or Autumn.
Why is that?
I took a step outside in the Sun and discovered that I can't really enjoy days as birds and butterflies do. I find m'self scowling at passersby ... because they exist.
I feel poisoned by the city where I dwell, because it's never been a home where I live, but merely a place where I barely existed.
A friend asked me how I was doing. I'm asked that question more than any other & it's part of our everyday vernacular. Problem was - she asked because she said I looked a bit ... peaked.
Huh? Me? I feel ... *sigh*
I felt drained - mentally and spiritually. Physically, I pushed m'self to make things happen, because I needed things to happen, even if my life were no longer a happening, but a happenstance.
She has a brilliant, scientific mind that combines with a naturopathic sensibility and she sensed that I wasn't well. She was concerned and that caused me more grief than anything.
I don't want my friends to be concerned. I don't want to concern my family. I strive in my life as I do, so folk who care needn't worry ... about my food, shelter, health ... and yet,
I lived in another country for a year and I never heard the words of concern from friends & family as much as I do in THIS place.
What am I waiting for? I'm already down.
I need to figure out ...
Which way ... is up.
I haven't posted an entry in a while, but oh ... I've a lot of thoughts, as usual, swirling 'round my head.
My "currently watching" selection I watched before watching "Precious". "Precious" was OK, but the story wasn't unique ... it was from another perspective. "Good Hair" wasn't necessarily unique, but the narrative was & with Chris Rock at the helm ... there were aspects that deserved further conversation, though I doubt that'll happen.
Peace,
Moi
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| I read a post on Buon Viaggio, a site/blog that allows me to dream and play in the merry land of "what ifs". Barbara Winter's post made cents, er, sense. If you're motivated by a goal, then there will be ways to creatively match the pennies needed to it. It's a crude paraphrasing, but read the article here for complete information, "What Successful Goalsetters Know". She linked to Seth Godin's post along the similar lines titled "Pennies and Dollars". Interestingly, I think my "fly by the seat of my pants and don't end up buck naked" approach to life has yielded results ranging from the awe-inspiring to the life lesson-teaching. Both Barbara and Seth validate a bit of what I do - find a goal and hope the Universe (and my efforts) guide me to successfully achieving it. However, I know that I'm a queen of self-sabotage and I think it's partly based on my fear of failing (who doesn't have that, really) coupled with my trepidation about money. No matter how much or how little I have, it's difficult for me to shake the fear of the woeful or cataclysmic what-if scenario. One brighter way I'm tryin' to overcome some of that (it's all about baby steps, eh?) is that I set a goal of travelling to two cities in two months. They're not neighbouring cities and I certainly won't drive to either or both of them. One is a bit more economical (thank you, Amtrak!) and the other ... not so much. But, the benefits of makin' it to both far outweigh my fear of spending money with such a nebulous forecast of my future. We'll see what truth will out. I'm investing in the positivity I want in my life and I believe I will get it. To be sure, I'll post about the results here. Until then, I'm sending positive vibes to the Universe and hoping that what will be, will be, but will also be good for/to me! My "currently listening" selection is a songstress I've played a few times on "Paula's Picks". Her voice alone creates a musical wave to surf through the highs and lows of life. Peace, Moi | | |
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